"You found her?" Hearing this, how can I not be surprised. This is the exact opposite of what I expected, could it be that the girl and the succubus are not the same person, but have very similar life experiences? But where can there be such a coincidence.

I was also concerned about another thing, "Did you know that this was possible, so you went to Daytown?" ”

"Not really......" he said uncertainly.

"Then why did you go looking for it?" I asked.

"When I was studying Warlocks, I learned that some Warlocks believe that time is an objective thing, and that the future is not just a fixed path, but a treemap with countless possible routes." "So it occurred to me that even if that girl was a succubus from the past, she wouldn't necessarily go back to the past and 'repeat the same mistakes' after being separated from us, but could move into a different future." ”

This theory is also the basis of the blood-biting prophetic dream, and she also believes that fate has countless branches, and she can only predict the bad branches within them.

From this theoretical point of view, it is possible that the succubus we fought was a girl from another time branch in the past, who traveled back in time to a long time ago point of divergence, and then entered our time branch. Therefore, even if the girl and the succubus are the same person, there is no proof that the former will necessarily be the latter.

And assuming that the girl really didn't have time travel, then it is highly likely that she is still alive.

The reason is simple, in the succubus's memory, after she was separated from us in the fog as a girl, the demon in the fog did not attack her until the fog dissipated. At that time, she was just immersed in her own emotions, but I was able to taste the doubts when I watched this memory. According to my speculation, this is mostly because the demon in the mist has identified her as the succubus herself.

However, what is the matter of time, space and fate, whether it is a one-way street or a tree-like diagram, is still an unsolved mystery of many opinions, and the current human race has no ability to find out the true face of these things for the time being.

"I get what you're thinking." I nodded and asked, "So, now that you've found her, where is she now?" ”

Joan touched her heart and said something I hadn't expected, "It's in my body." ”

He recounted his experience some time ago.

Unlike what I had just thought, he didn't find the girl in the real sense either. In fact, after the fog cleared, the Security Bureau quickly surrounded the town and launched rescue work against the residents under the command of Lieq. Joan has been keeping an eye on the progress of the rescue through her sister, especially the girl's traces, but the Security Bureau has not found the slightest clue so far.

Judging from this situation, the girl really still time traveled to the past.

But he still couldn't rest assured, and went to White Sun Town in person. It reminds me of my own past experiences. In the dream, I was always haunted by the missing front table, so I would go to the nameless mountain to revisit, in order to untie my heart knot. Although Joan is not like me to the front table, I understand the lingering feelings for the girl.

After the disaster, the town of White Day was largely abandoned, and most of the surviving residents were relocated. While there are still some residents who are reluctant to relocate for personal reasons, their numbers are so scarce that they are barely visible. The rescue team of the Security Service is larger, but it has also entered the stage of evacuation. As Joan walked the abandoned and desolate streets, she could occasionally see rescuers preparing for their return.

It was then that he suddenly saw a small white shadow flash around the corner of the side street. The rescuers didn't notice it, but he was keenly aware of it. The white shadow quietly hid in the alley in the distance, and he followed curiously, and then saw the true face of the white shadow.

The white shadow turned out to be a gray mist, about the size of a fist, with a pair of black dots the size of mung beans on it, blinking like eyes. Joan was a little frightened, it was apparently an unknown hidden creature. But the reaction of the mist mass was even more intense, and when it saw someone following it, it seemed to be startled, and immediately fled.

However, it is just a cloud of fog, and it can only float slowly when it escapes, only a little faster than the speed of human walking. Seeing that it didn't seem to be a threat, Joan also had the courage to chase after it. From time to time, it "looked back" and seemed to be scared and anxious, but it could not escape. Looking at its trembling reaction, Qiao An only felt very familiar, and for no reason thought of the girl who was too scared of others.

He even had an absurd thought: Could it be that it is the girl?

If this had been done before, he would have laughed at his outrageous ideas. But after going through so many things, he has become aware of his own awareness. Don't take any of your instincts lightly, this is the first lesson he learned on the path of a warlock. At the same time, it was also the only reliable weapon he had in the Hidden World at this time.

Finally under one roof, the mist stopped desperately, and turned towards Joan again, boiling like a cat in a threatening gesture. Joan looked at the fried mist, remembered her past experience of persuading the girl to follow her, and then tentatively said like a child, "Come over here." I'm not going to hurt you. ”

The mist ball slowly regained its calm, it listened to Qiao An's words, and looked at Qiao An's face again, as if it recognized something, and seemed to be a little confused and uneasy.

After a moment's hesitation, it slowly floated over.

Seeing it react like this, Joan was also a little convinced of her ridiculous idea.

"Don't worry, the people who will hurt you are gone." He whispered, "Don't leave my side again this time." ”

After the fog, he really never left.

Joan's narration reminded me of the memories of the succubus. The succubus once thought that if he hadn't shaken off the boy's hand in the first place, maybe he would have taken a different path. However, for her in life, it was just an unattainable dream.

After that, Joan brought back the mist ball and gave it a name, "Gray Ash".

Ash has an intelligence close to that of a child, and although unable to speak, she is able to understand Joan's words and react. In addition, it is a spirit body. The mist that made up its whole body was similar to the mist of the Mist Demon that made Joan feel, so he judged that Ash Ash's body should be made up of the residual spiritual fluctuations after the death of the Mist Demon.

The Fog Demon is an unusually large demon, and after death, there will be a large number of residual spiritual fluctuations, even if a new demon is merged from it, it is normal, or it is strange if it is not aggregated. I was worried about this at the time, so instead of returning to the stronghold immediately after killing the succubus, I roamed around the town of the White Sun. Strangely, I didn't even find half a new demon at the time. Now it seems that the new demon is not unconverged, but I just can't find it.

In fact, according to this statement, Ash is actually a demon as well, and it is likely to be detrimental to Joan.

But it had never moved like that, and Joan had never noticed any sign of it. It seems that although it is a demon, it does not have ill will towards humans. However, this is contrary to the definition of a demon. The so-called demons are a general term for spirits that harbor malice towards humans. There is no such thing as a demon without malice.

And the next speculation is Joan's personal thoughts based on her own observations and research during this time, combined with some other clues.

He argues that Ash is not dominated by the elements of the Fog Demon, but rather by the components of the succubus—or, to be more precise, the "succubus's discarded ingredients."

At the same time, the succubus had to give up her seductive power as a succubus while transforming into a demon of fog. And after she died as the Fog Demon, the succubus component that she had once abandoned combined with the spiritual fluctuations of the Fog Demon's remnants to form Gray Ash.

The succubus is extremely disgusted with her seductive powers, believing that it is an element that brings misfortune to herself, symbolizing the "weak self", which is closely related to the memories she unconsciously forgot as a girl. And now, the composition of gray ash has those ingredients that she is afraid of. So Ash doesn't act with the logic of the Fog Demon, not even with the logic of a succubus, but with the girl's logic.

This is the reason why Joan said that he found the girl in Daytown, and he believed that Ash was the embodiment of that girl.

Although his speculation is unsubstantiated and more like a story than speculation, I am not unable to provide supporting evidence. For example, the succubus's spirit has long been consumed by the siren's blade, and if there is anything she can use to form ash, it is indeed the only "succubus element" that she gave up before I killed her.

"The succubus had fused with the Fog Demon before, so it made sense that the part she gave up automatically combined with the spiritual fluctuations of the Fog Demon's remnants." I said, "But if most of your speculations are correct, there is an unavoidable fatal question, why is that girl's ingredient able to overpower the Misty Demon's ingredient and dominate Ash?" ”

"This ......," Joan couldn't give a reason.

On the contrary, I have some clues, perhaps, because of the poison of the saber teeth.

Sabertooth had prepared a poison against the Fog Demon, but when it arrived in my hand, it was only half a bottle. I smeared the siren's blade on the succubus during my battle with the succubus, but it didn't come in handy until the end.

The effect of that poison was to temporarily suspend the Fog Demon, and although the dose of the small half bottle could not be effective against the complete Fog Demon, it was more than enough to deal with the spiritual fluctuations of the Fog Demon's remnants. Perhaps it was the poison that suppressed the Fog Demon's ingredients, so that the Ash was dominated by the girl's ingredients after it was formed.

Provided, of course, that Joan's speculation is correct.

While talking to Joan, I was also observing him very closely.

After turning into a succubus, he not only had more horns, wings and tail, but his skin also seemed to become whiter and more delicate, his melancholy expression also looked beautiful and moving, and his soaked shirt had a charm that was not like a boy.

Although I don't have a special "interest" in people, I also have a normal aesthetic eye. Even I think so, and I don't know what other people will think when they see it.

But what I really care about is not that, it's whether Joan has malicious intentions towards me.

Just like I said to Joe Licorice, succubi are demons too. Although he hadn't heard the reason why Joan had turned into a succubus, judging from what he had said before that the girl was in his body, it was supposed that Ash had somehow fused into his body. Do you know that just learning the knowledge of demons will pollute your spirit and become evil, let alone directly merge with demons? I was even mentally prepared for Joan to sneak up while I was listening.

Judging from the fact that Joan took the initiative to avoid his family, he should still retain his true heart, and he didn't seem to be acting abnormally. But what if he's acting?

In my judgment, he is not acting. If not, I would have been aware of the malice at the stage of germination.

"Did you become a succubus because you fused with Ash?" I asked.

"Yes." He confessed.

This proves that Ash is dominated by the girl's ingredients. If Ash is dominated by the Fog Demon's ingredient, or only the Fog Demon's ingredient, then Joan will also become the Fog Demon, not the Succubus. This is probably one of the bases for Joan's previous speculations.

He lamented, "Ash always sticks to me and likes to hide in my pocket, but I didn't expect it to hide directly in my body this time......"

"Did it do this to you on its own initiative?" I asked.

"No, it must have been because I said 'If only I had strength' when I was studying secret knowledge......," he sighed, "it must have heard my wishes and entered my body." ”

He had often expressed a desire for power in the past. For example, when I regretted not being able to hold the girl's hand before, and when I was in a different space even more years ago. When I first met him, he was excited to ask if he could become like me.

"So are you stronger now?" I asked.

"Remove the power of seduction...... No. He shook his head and then touched his horns, "I feel a force in my body, but I can't mobilize it." But as time went on, I felt that I was getting better and better at this force, and maybe after a while I could manipulate it...... But as a result of getting better, these things grow, and you can't turn off the charm......"

"If you can tell me these things, why didn't you tell your sister?" I asked.

"I was meant to say that. It's just that Ash is a demon after all, and I'm a little worried about my sister's opinion. But my sister thought I didn't want to say, so she didn't continue to ask me. I couldn't muster up the courage to say it myself. He said in frustration, "Dad and Mom too, they always pay attention to my face during this time, they agree with everything I say, and they meet any request." I...... I was a little scared, they all got weird, completely different from usual......"

The power of seduction can distort the attitude of those around you towards you.

Other people are very happy to listen to their words, but everything has a degree. Even the closest family members have become so abnormal, and the familiar living environment is gradually getting out of control, and people as sensitive as him will of course feel uneasy.

I glanced outside, it was already dark, but the rain was still falling, and the water was falling outside the bridge, and the air was full of moisture.

Joan hugged her wet body tightly, her thin shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

"Let's go home first, your sister is worried about you." I say.

He hesitated, but still shook his head, "Still no." ”

"So, will you come to my house?" I asked.